The decision has been made and now my life can return to its normal boring routine. Thank goodness. I do not think I do well with big decisions like that. I end up losing sleep and worrying. Instead of getting lots of sleep and going to the gym. Not exactly my idea of a good time. In the end, I still do not know if I made the right decision, but I made the best decision I could at the time, based upon all the information I had. I am quite proud to say, however, that because of my decision, I will still be able to go to Chicago, Memphis, and Costa Rica this year, and that is almost priceless to me.
Seeing that I now had free time, I was goaded into joining Face Book. I do not know who thought this was a good idea. I hate Face Book almost as much as I hate My Space. I consider it a horribly designed site, but a few of my friends had joined and they all wanted me to join as well. I still do not know why. What the hell ever happened to emails and blogs? What is the attraction of these horribly designed personal pages on which we can all "keep in-touch". I never knew I required such a thing, but apparently I do.
It was through joining Face Book and adding friends from my high school years that I recalled how little I really enjoyed those years. Granted, there were some good times, with water gun fights and such, but a lot of it was just an excruciating experience. And while I feel that in many ways my parents lied to me and we never really get away from the high school mentality, with the cliques, the gossip, the jocks and the prom queens, we do get to move onto larger fish bowls. I still remember being accused and convicted over random stuff that I never did. For example, one of my friends stopped speaking to me because I was going through her locker, which would have been really solid grounds, I think, if I had ever actually done so. I think I even once experienced a breakup with a girl that I never dated.
To an extent, things were a little simpler. I had more time to do the things I loved and hang out with my friends. It seems the older that I get, the harder it is to make and keep friends. So many things seem to intersect into people's lives and they suddenly have new priorities and routines and you do not always continue to fit in them. They may get married and/or have children. They suddenly have to work more and have extra-curricular obligations for that new fundraising committee that is sure to help advance their career. This is not to say that I do not have friends. I still even have a few friends from high school, but everyone is so busy and scattered. One of my psychologists thought it would be cool if I mapped them all out, as they are all in so many different places.
I know that I somehow had a lot of good times in high school, but goodness, I do not think I would ever want to do it again. College is a completely different tale, however.
Seeing that I now had free time, I was goaded into joining Face Book. I do not know who thought this was a good idea. I hate Face Book almost as much as I hate My Space. I consider it a horribly designed site, but a few of my friends had joined and they all wanted me to join as well. I still do not know why. What the hell ever happened to emails and blogs? What is the attraction of these horribly designed personal pages on which we can all "keep in-touch". I never knew I required such a thing, but apparently I do.
It was through joining Face Book and adding friends from my high school years that I recalled how little I really enjoyed those years. Granted, there were some good times, with water gun fights and such, but a lot of it was just an excruciating experience. And while I feel that in many ways my parents lied to me and we never really get away from the high school mentality, with the cliques, the gossip, the jocks and the prom queens, we do get to move onto larger fish bowls. I still remember being accused and convicted over random stuff that I never did. For example, one of my friends stopped speaking to me because I was going through her locker, which would have been really solid grounds, I think, if I had ever actually done so. I think I even once experienced a breakup with a girl that I never dated.
To an extent, things were a little simpler. I had more time to do the things I loved and hang out with my friends. It seems the older that I get, the harder it is to make and keep friends. So many things seem to intersect into people's lives and they suddenly have new priorities and routines and you do not always continue to fit in them. They may get married and/or have children. They suddenly have to work more and have extra-curricular obligations for that new fundraising committee that is sure to help advance their career. This is not to say that I do not have friends. I still even have a few friends from high school, but everyone is so busy and scattered. One of my psychologists thought it would be cool if I mapped them all out, as they are all in so many different places.
I know that I somehow had a lot of good times in high school, but goodness, I do not think I would ever want to do it again. College is a completely different tale, however.
